Monday, August 17, 2009

Grandad's Poem

I haven't been getting much of my own writing done, (although I am working on a short story, at least), but I've been typing up my Grandad's letters to Grammy during WWII. Among his letters to her was a little notebook with this poem he wrote to her, which is so sweet and pretty. If I have nothing new of mine to share right now, I might as well share something of his!

I think of you day after dayAs time goes marching on its wayTo join the ranks of yesteryearsAway from our blood, sweat and tears;And as the moments swiftly passLike ripples on a sea of grassThey seem to whisper "Hurry, lestTime pass you by, and in your questFor happiness you'll wander farAnd see it not, right where you are."Do you recall a setting sun,And stars appearing one by one,A crimson sky, a crimson seaFading into eternity?And when the moon rose into placeHe hid his funny, whining faceBehind a cloud, and peeking through,Caught me as I was kissing you.And as we watched the stars grew brightLending themselves to the summer night.Do you recall a Winter's dayUp in the mountains, far awayFrom daily cares and work and strife--We laughed and sang and found that lifeWas not in vain? And as the snowFell gently on the trees below,We travelled fast, and faster stillThe ski tracks pointing down the hill.And then at night, a cozy chair,A fireplace, and you were thereTo help me search with eager gazeFor fancied pictures in the blaze.And as the dying embers glowedUpon the hearth, their passing showedA way to happiness in view.I was content alone with you!